The Aeneidby Virgil
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Aeneas flees the ashes of Troy to found the city of Rome and change forever the course of the Western world--as literature as well. Virgil's Aeneid is as eternal as Rome itself, a sweeping epic of arms and heroism--the searching portrait of a man caught between love and duty, human feeling and the force of fate--that has influenced writers for over 2,000 years. Filled with drama, passion, and the universal pathos that only a masterpiece can express. The Aeneid is a book for all the time and all people.
"Allen Mandelbaum has produced a living Aeneid, a version that is unmistakably poetry." -- Erich Segal, The New York Times Book Review
"A brilliant translation; the only one since Dryden which reads like English verse and conveys some of the majesty and pathos of the original." -- Bernard M. W. Knox
"Mandelbaum has... given us a contemporary experience of the masterpiece, at last." -- David Ignatow
Ahl (classics & comparative literature, Cornell Univ.) has previously published translations of Seneca's and Lucan's works and has written books on Sophocles, Lucan, and Ovid. His new translation of this great Latin classic, Virgil's tale of Aeneas's seven-year journey from Troy to Italy, joins recent efforts by Stanley Lombardo (Hackett, 2005) and Robert Fagles (Penguin, 2006). Here, Ahl employs a version of Virgil's hexameter verse, in which the first syllable is accented. Unlike previous translators, he tries to capture some of Virgil's wordplay, puns, and anagrams, aiming to remain true to the original Latin. The overall results are accurate but not as fluent or vigorous as the translations by Lombardo and Fagles. While those translations remain the first choice for general readers interested mainly in The Aeneid's narrative aspects, Ahl's translation is good for those wanting a fuller sense of Virgil's language and poetic artistry. In addition to an indexed glossary of names, Ahl includes notes explaining references; classicist Elaine Fantham offers a substantial introduction discussing Virgil, Aeneas, and The Aeneid. Recommended for all public and academic libraries.
"From the beginning to the end of this English poem...the reader will find the same sure control of English rhythms, the same deft phrasing, and an energy which urges the eye onward."--The New Republic
"A rendering that is both marvelously readable and scrupulously faithful.... Fitzgerald has managed, by a sensitive use of faintly archaic vocabulary and a keen ear for sound and rhythm, to suggest the solemnity and the movement of Virgil's poetry as no previous translator has done (including Dryden).... This is a sustained achievement of beauty and power."--Boston Globe
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I sing of arms and of a man: his fate had made him fugitive; he was the first
to journey from the coasts of Troy as far
as Italy and the Lavinian shores.
Across the lands and waters he was battered 5
beneath the violence of High Ones, for
the savage Juno's unforgetting anger;
and many sufferings were his in war-
until he brought a city into being
and carried in his gods to Latium; 10
from this have come the Latin race, the lords
of Alba, and the ramparts of high Rome.
Tell me the reason, Muse: what was the wound
to her divinity, so hurting her
that she, the queen of gods, compelled a man 15
remarkable for goodness to endure
so many crises, meet so many trials?
Can such resentment hold the minds of gods?
There was an ancient city they called Carthage-
a colony of refugees from Tyre- 20
a city facing Italy, but far
away from Tiber's mouth: extremely rich
and, when it came to waging war, most fierce.
This land was Juno's favorite-it is said-
more dear than her own Samos; here she kept 25
her chariot and armor; even then
the goddess had this hope and tender plan:
for Carthage to become the capital
of nations, if the Fates would just consent.
But she had heard that, from the blood of Troy, 30
a race had come that some day would destroy
the citadels of Tyre; from it, a people
would spring, wide-ruling kings, men proud in battle
and destined toannihilate her Libya.
The Fates had so decreed. And Saturn's daughter- 35
in fear of this, remembering the old war
that she had long since carried on at Troy
for her beloved Argos (and, indeed,
the causes of her bitterness, her sharp
and savage hurt, had not yet left her spirit; 40
for deep within her mind lie stored the judgment
of Paris and the wrong done to her scorned
beauty, the breed she hated, and the honors
that had been given ravished Ganymede)-
was angered even more; for this, she kept 45
far off from Latium the Trojan remnant
left by the Greeks and pitiless Achilles.
For long years they were cast across all waters,
fate-driven, wandering from sea to sea.
It was so hard to found the race of Rome. 50
With Sicily scarce out of sight, the Trojans
had gladly spread their canvas on the sea,
turning the salt foam with their brazen prows,
when Juno, holding fast within her heart
the everlasting insult, asked herself: 55
"Am I, defeated, simply to stop trying,
unable to turn back the Trojan king
from Italy? No doubt, the Fates won't have it.
But Pallas-was she powerful enough
to set the Argive fleet on fire, to drown 60
the crewmen in the deep, for an outrage done
by only one infuriated man,
Ajax, Oileus' son? And she herself
could fling Jove's racing lightning from the clouds
and smash their galleys, sweep the sea with tempests. 65
Then Ajax' breath was flame from his pierced chest;
she caught him up within a whirlwind; she
impaled him on a pointed rock. But I,
the queen of gods, who stride along as both
the sister and the wife of Jove, have warred 70
so many years against a single nation.
For after this, will anyone adore
the majesty of Juno or, before
her altars, pay her honor, pray to her?"
Then-burning, pondering-the goddess reaches 75
Aeolia, the motherland of storms,
a womb that always teems with raving south winds.
In his enormous cave King Aeolus
restrains the wrestling winds, loud hurricanes;
he tames and sways them with his chains and prison. 80
They rage in indignation at their cages;
the mountain answers with a mighty roar.
Lord Aeolus sits in his high citadel;
he holds his scepter, and he soothes their souls
and calms their madness. Were it not for this, 85
then surely they would carry off the sea
and lands and steepest heaven, sweeping them
across the emptiness. But fearing that,
the all-able Father hid the winds within
dark caverns, heaping over them high mountains; 90
and he assigned to them a king who should,
by Jove's sure edict, understand just when
to jail and when, commanded, to set free.
Then Juno, suppliant, appealed to him:
"You, Aeolus-to whom the king of men 95
and father of the gods has given this:
to pacify the waves or, with the wind,
to incite them-over the Tyrrhenian
now sails my enemy, a race that carries
the beaten household gods of Ilium 100
to Italy. Hammer your winds to fury
and ruin their swamped ships, or scatter them
and fling their crews piecemeal across the seas.
I have twice-seven nymphs with splendid bodies;
the loveliest of them is Deiopea, 105
and I shall join her to you in sure marriage
and name her as your own, that she may spend
all of her years with you, to make you father
of fair sons. For such service, such return."
And Aeolus replied: "O Queen, your task 110
is to discover what you wish; and mine,
to act at your command. For you have won
this modest kingdom for me, and my scepter,
and Jove's goodwill. You gave me leave to lean
beside the banquets of the gods, and you 115
have made me lord of tempests and of clouds."
His words were done. He turned his lance head, struck
the hollow mountain on its side. The winds,
as in a column, hurry through the breach;
they blow across the earth in a tornado. 120
Together, Eurus, Notus, and-with tempest
on tempest-Africus attack the sea;
they churn the very bottom of the deep
and roll vast breakers toward the beaches; cries
of men, the creaking of the cables rise. 125
Then, suddenly, the cloud banks snatch away
the sky and daylight from the Trojans' eyes.
Black night hangs on the waters, heavens thunder,
and frequent lightning glitters in the air;
everything intends quick death to men. 130
At once Aeneas' limbs fall slack with chill.
He groans and stretches both hands to the stars.
He calls aloud: "O, three and four times blessed
were those who died before their fathers' eyes
beneath the walls of Troy. Strongest of all 135
the Danaans, o Diomedes, why
did your right hand not spill my lifeblood, why
did I not fall upon the Ilian fields,
there where ferocious Hector lies, pierced by
Achilles' javelin, where the enormous 140
Sarpedon now is still, and Simois
has seized and sweeps beneath its waves so many
helmets and shields and bodies of the brave!"
* * *
Aeneas hurled these words. The hurricane
is howling from the north; it hammers full 145
against his sails. The seas are heaved to heaven.
The oars are cracked; the prow sheers off; the waves
attack broadside; against his hull the swell
now shatters in a heap, mountainous, steep.
Some sailors hang upon a wave crest; others 150
stare out at gaping waters, land that lies
below the waters, surge that seethes with sand.
And then the south wind snatches up three ships
and spins their keels against the hidden rocks-
those rocks that, rising in midsea, are called 155
by the Italians "Altars"-like a monstrous
spine stretched along the surface of the sea.
Meanwhile the east wind wheels another three
off from the deep and, terrible to see,
against the shoals and shifting silt, against 160
the shallows, girding them with mounds of sand.
Before Aeneas' eyes a massive breaker
smashes upon its stern the ship that carries
the Lycian crewmen led by true Orontes.
The helmsman is beaten down; he is whirled headlong. 165
Three times at that same spot the waters twist
and wheel the ship around until a swift
whirlpool has swallowed it beneath the swell.
And here and there upon the wide abyss,
among the waves, are swimmers, weapons, planks, 170
and Trojan treasure. Now the tempest takes
the sturdy galleys of Ilioneus
and brave Achates, now the ships of Abas
and many-yeared Aletes; all receive
their enemy, the sea, through loosened joints 175
along their sides and through their gaping seams.
But Neptune felt the fracas and the frenzy;
and shaken by the unleashed winds, the wrenching
of the still currents from the deep seabed,
he raised his tranquil head above the surface. 180
And he can see the galleys of Aeneas
scattered across the waters, with the Trojans
dismembered by the waves and fallen heavens.
Her brother did not miss the craft and wrath
of Juno. Catching that, he calls up both 185
the east wind and the west. His words are these:
"Has pride of birth made you so insolent?
So, Winds, you dare to mingle sky and land,
heave high such masses, without my command?
Whom I-? But no, let me first calm the restless 190
swell; you shall yet atone-another time-
with different penalties for these your crimes.
But now be off, and tell your king these things:
that not to him, but me, has destiny
allotted the dominion of the sea 195
and my fierce trident. The enormous rocks
are his-your home, East Wind. Let Aeolus
be lord of all that lies within that hall
and rule in that pent prison of the winds."
So Neptune speaks and, quicker than his tongue, 200
brings quiet to the swollen waters, sets
the gathered clouds to flight, calls back the sun.
Together, then, Cymothoë and Triton,
thrusting, dislodge the ships from jagged crags.
But now the god himself takes up his trident 205
to lift the galleys, and he clears a channel
across the vast sandbank. He stills the sea
and glides along the waters on light wheels.
And just as, often, when a crowd of people
is rocked by a rebellion, and the rabble 210
rage in their minds, and firebrands and stones
fly fast-for fury finds its weapons-if,
by chance, they see a man remarkable
for righteousness and service, they are silent
and stand attentively; and he controls 215
their passion by his words and cools their spirits:
so all the clamor of the sea subsided
after the Father, gazing on the waters
and riding under cloudless skies, had guided
his horses, let his willing chariot run. 220
And now Aeneas' weary crewmen hurry
to find the nearest land along their way.
They turn toward Libya's coast. There is a cove
within a long, retiring bay; and there
an island's jutting arms have formed a harbor 225
where every breaker off the high sea shatters
and parts into the shoreline's winding shelters.
Along this side and that there towers, vast,
a line of cliffs, each ending in like crags;
beneath the ledges tranquil water lies 230
silent and wide; the backdrop-glistening
forests and, beetling from above, a black
grove, thick with bristling shadows. Underneath
the facing brow: a cave with hanging rocks,
sweet waters, seats of living stone, the home 235
of nymphs. And here no cable holds tired ships,
no anchor grips them fast with curving bit.
Aeneas shelters here with seven ships-
all he can muster, all the storm has left.
The Trojans, longing so to touch the land, 240
now disembark to gain the wished-for sands.
They stretch their salt-soaked limbs along the beach.
Achates was the first to strike a spark
from flint and catch the fire up with leaves.
He spread dry fuel about, and then he waved 245
the tinder into flame. Tired of their trials,
the Trojan crewmen carry out the tools
of Ceres and the sea-drenched corn of Ceres.
And they prepare to parch the salvaged grain
by fire and, next, to crush it under stone. 250
Meanwhile Aeneas climbs a crag to seek
a prospect far and wide across the deep,
if he can only make out anything
of Antheus and his Phrygian galleys, or
of Capys, or the armor of Caicus 255
on his high stern. There is no ship in sight;
all he can see are three stags wandering
along the shore, with whole herds following
behind, a long line grazing through the valley.
He halted, snatched his bow and racing arrows, 260
the weapons carried by the true Achates.
And first he lays the leaders low, their heads
held high with tree-like antlers; then he drives
the herds headlong into the leafy groves;
they panic, like a rabble, at his arrows. 265
He does not stay his hand until he stretches,
victoriously, seven giant bodies
along the ground, in number like his galleys.
This done, he seeks the harbor and divides
the meat among his comrades. And he shares 270
the wine that had been stowed by kind Acestes
in casks along the shores of Sicily:
the wine that, like a hero, the Sicilian
had given to the Trojans when they left.
Aeneas soothes their melancholy hearts: 275
"O comrades-surely we're not ignorant
of earlier disasters, we who have suffered
things heavier than this-our god will give
an end to this as well. You have neared the rage
of Scylla and her caves' resounding rocks; 280
and you have known the Cyclops' crags; call back
your courage, send away your grieving fear.
Perhaps one day you will remember even
these our adversities with pleasure. Through
so many crises and calamities 285
we make for Latium, where fates have promised
a peaceful settlement. It is decreed
that there the realm of Troy will rise again.
Hold out, and save yourselves for kinder days."
These are his words; though sick with heavy cares, 290
he counterfeits hope in his face; his pain
is held within, hidden. His men make ready
the game that is to be their feast; they flay
the deer hide off the ribs; the flesh lies naked.
Some slice off quivering strips and pierce them with 295
sharp spits, while on the beach the others set
caldrons of brass and tend the flame. With food
their strength comes back again. Along the grass
they stretch and fill their bellies full of fat
venison meat and well-aged wine. That done- 300
their hunger banished by their feasting and
the tables cleared-their talk is long, uncertain
between their hope and fear, as they ask after
their lost companions, wondering if their comrades
are still alive or if they have undergone 305
the final change and can no longer hear
when called upon. Especially the pious
Aeneas moans within himself the loss
now of the vigorous Orontes, now
of Amycus, the cruel end of Lycus, 310
the doom of brave Cloanthus, of brave Gyas.
Their food and talk were done when Jupiter,
while gazing from the peaks of upper air
across the waters winged with canvas and
low-lying lands and shores and widespread people, 315
stood high upon the pinnacle of heaven
until he set his sight on Libya's kingdom.
And as he ponders this, the saddened Venus,
her bright eyes dimmed and tearful, speaks to him:
"O you who, with eternal rule, command 320
and govern the events of gods and men,
and terrify them with your thunderbolt,
what great offense has my Aeneas given,
what is his crime, what have the Trojans done
that, having undergone so many deaths, 325
the circle of all lands is shut against them-
and just because of Italy? Surely
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Virgil (70 B.C-19 B.C) is regarded as the greatest Roman poet, known for his epic, The Aeneid (written about 29 B.C. unfinished). Virgil was born on October 15, 70 B.C., in a small village near Mantua in Northern Italy. He attended school at Cremona and Milan, and then went to Rome, where he studied mathematics, medicine and rhetoric, and completed his studies in Naples. Between 42 and 37 B.C. Virgil composed pastoral poems known as Ecologues, and spent years on the Georgics.At the urging of Augustus Caesar, Virgil began to write The Aeneid, a poem of the glory of Rome under Caesars rule. Virgil devoted the remaining time of his life, from 30 to 19 B.C., to the composition of The Aeneid, the national epic of Rome and to glory of the Empire. The poet died in 19 B.C of a fever he contracted on his visit to Greece with the Emperor. It is said that the poet had instructed his executor Varius to destroy The Aeneid, but Augustus ordered Varius to ignore this request, and the poem was published.
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Just so we're all clear: the following customer reviews address different translations, not the Hackett publication on this page. I haven't read Lombardo's translation of the Aeneid, but I have read some of his translations of other texts and they were great...His voice is very modern and readable.
Sits down and waigs. And thinks. And cries.
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Name: *blank stare* <p> Age: 6 moons (random fact about the number six; it comes after the number five, and you can add up may different numbers to make it! Examples: 2 + 4, 3 + 3) <p> Gender &male and I am NOT gonna prove it. Perv. <p> Looks: shaggy white pelt, with coal black stripes on each of his legs, and three, count 'em, three horizontal gray stripes the run along his back, starting at his shoulders and ending at the base of his tail. His eyes are a bright, kingly violet, with darker violet speckles. <p> Personality: natural born leader, bold, sometimes sarcastic (okay, a lot of the time), and full of courage. Always up for any adventure and will dive into danger head-on without looking back. <p> Family: Seven (mother), Virus (father), Vitani (sister), Savvy (sister), Serval (brother), Toxin (grandfather). <p> Friends: well I just got here, but... I'd definitely say that Seven and Swift (Swufteh I'm sorreh! I promised I'd only ever call you by your nickname, but I lied :3) are my two best friends here. I hope to add to this list and include each and every one of you :D <p> <br> Baiii for now! *huggles and throws around white fundip* #Glosseh4ever #feedme
Name seriously age old enough looks black with blue patterns that look like fire hobbies fishing hunting questions ask
Ill do it later
<p> [Holy jebus, man! All you peeps are so high-tech! My bio's gonna suck. -__-] </p> <p> Reaper </p> <p> 13 moons old </p> <p> Feirce, can be kind, tempermental[Yo,I has gots issues. Stay back.], encouraging, loyal. </p> <p> No kin </p> <p> No mate, kits, but a crush on N - nevermind. </p> <p> No important history </p> <p> He has a small, thick banded, gold hoop earing in his right ear, and a worn leather collar that has a curling, black and silver metal feather dangling from it. </p> <p> He is a muscular, deep dark brown, long furred tabby tom. He has brilliant green eyes with gold fleck and streaks in the irises, long front fangs, and long, thick claws. </p>
Alright! For easy reference, l'm going to not do the funny shtuff this time. Sowwy! <br> <p> Name- Platinum <br> <p> Nicknames- Plat, Platii, Plattii, Nummy, Platinun (typo mispell) <br> <p> Age- Not old, but not too young <br> <p> Gender- &female <br> <p> Looks- Dark grey with lighter grey chest and paws. One toe on a paw is almost white. Very dark blue eyes, almost navy. She has a scar on her stomach and ear, pressumably battle wounds. <br> <p> Personality- Stubborn, Often Irritated/ing, Bossy, Co<_>cky, Willfull. Also Kind, Funny, Strange, and Just Plain Cool (JPC) <br> <p> Kin- Parents are unknown. <br> Brother is Silverfang, or Silv. <br> Sisters-in-law are Mint, Shatter, Nightsky, Pikapower, Dream or Night or something, to name a few. <br> Nieces/Nephews- Silv's kits. <br> <p> History- When Platinum was still nursing, her mother kept er in a rabbit burrow. By the time Platinum was weened, her mother abandoned her. She lived as a loner then, never seeking friendship or companionship. Finally, her brother Silverfang found her and convinced her to join Bloodclan. <br> <p> Crush- Quasi <br> <p> Mate- Quasi <br> <p> Kits- Verdigris (&male), and Vermillion (&male) <br> <p> Birthday- March 28 (day BEFORE my real birthday) <br> <p> Fave Candy- Hershey's Cookies 'N' Cream, Reeses, Twix, KitKat, Snickers, Milky Way, or anything chocolate. Oh, and White Fundip (dying... ;[) ) <br> <p> Friends- Swift, Quasi, Randeh (more RPer-RPer), and Prism's RPer <br> <p> Siggy- 簻 <br> <p> Other- Ask- that's an order. <br> <p> Baisees!
Eh. I'll post it later. Somewhere else actually o.o
NAME-Katty. AGE-19 in cat years. BREED-Norwiegin Forest cat AKA Wiegie. They are big!!!((I own one...i love him alot......ya....)) COLERATION-A small red and white cat with deep copper eyes. Long claws and sharp teeth. LIKES-Stuff. DISLIKES-Stuff. CRUSH/MATE-No and no. :(. THEME SONG-Flaws by Bastiel.
Blueblack fur with light gray flecks one green eye, the other has three red claw marks running down it and the pupil is a pearly white. IS ON NO ACCOUNT BLIND! Can treerun.
Please move camp i want back in
Randi, Conny, maybe Thistlefang, Platinum, and anyone else who HELPED m in this dillema.
Name ashpelt Description gray fur with black stripes and red eyes Story born in the wild a feirce battle against shadow clan got his ear cut his right ear still has a scar later he joins bloodclan and this is his story
~Tsunami~ <br> Name~ TsunamiHeart <br> Gender~ &female <br> Looks~ A sleek blue-gray she-cat with green eyes. <br> Crush~ Yep. <br> Mate~ Nope. <br> Kits~ No. <br> ~Summer~ <br> Name~ SummerDream <br> Gender~ &female <br> Looks~ Sleek, orange she-cat with orange stripes, and green eyes. <br> Crush~ Yep. <br> Mate~ No. <br> Kits~ Flicker, Fawn and Tornado.
NAME: Melodypond. <br> GENDER: She-cat <br> APPEARANCE: Her fur is silvery white, with golden brown splotches here and there. Her right eye is gray, while the other is an icy blue. <br> PERSONALITY: She is a bit submissive at first, but she becomes more outgoing and talkative once one talks to her more. She isn't the biggest fan of crowds, either. <br> HISTORY: She doesn't enjoy talking about it, although she will if one asks. <br> OTHER: She is a traveller, and enjoys exploring and will do so whenever she can. She also only does things when given motivation, whether it is from herself or another.
Name: Cinder <p> Gender: &female <p> Appearance: <br> Ashy Dark Gray pelt <br> Dark Gray eyes <p> Kin: <br> Avalanche ((Adoptive Brother)) <br> In AshClan <p> Crush/Mate/Kits: N/A
Name: Seven Former name: Silvermoon Age: Old Gender: She Breed: Mix of: Russian Blue, Korat, and Oriental cats. Rank: Warrior ~~ Looks: Sleek and lithe frame, her pelt is a silver tint with black paws/legs. She has a black left ear and tail tip as well. White underbelly, chest and stripes on her back. Ember eyes alined with a ring of gold around the irises. Persona: That depends on who's speaking. She can be lovable, playful and kind or she can be down right hateful. ~~ Friends: Randi, Prism, Thistle, Silv, Sunny and she is gaining a few more. Mate: None Crush: Nope, not yet. Kits: Toxic, Serval, Vitani, and Savvy. ~~ Past: Frost took her in when she was barely a warrior, raised her in BC practically and learned all his ways. She met Venom, Toxic, Arachne, Thistle and many others during her time in BC. Seven fell inlove with a cat named Espio, she parted from BC to be with him. One day Espio was killed by a rogue and was reincarnated as Snatch, a new member of BC. Seven was darn to Snatch from his uncanny resemblence to Espio. Snatch disappeared along with Venom and Frost; leaving Seven all by herself. Seven ran off and lived as a rogue for a long while before returning to BC where she met Thistle. Seven raised a kit named Hawkkit, kit of HawkFrost. Seven then grew close HawkFrost through her vivid dreams. Scourge, leader at the time of BC killed Seven, sending her to the Dark Forest where she met HawkFrost amd lost two of her lives. HawkFrost saw she did not belong in the Dark Forest and made a deal with Star Clan. He promised to remain in thw Forest and be the guardian and cast judgement on who goes to the Dark Forest and who does not as long as Seven was able to go home. StarClan agreed and sent Seven home, reviving her. Now, Seven lives in BC and has met many wonderful cats.
Name: look up. <p> Looks: light grey fur with darker grey stripes amber eyes and white tip tail.<p> personality: good to her friends, not afraid to kill, protective.<p> Age: 10 moons. <p>Mate/crush: none.<p> Kits: wanting.
Name: i wounder Age: leave me alone Gender: she cat Fur color: jet black Eye color: redish Mate: .... Kits: .... History: I never had a clan... i was a loner and I attacked anything that breathed. Crush: i want to CRUSH everyone... Passion: killing, eating, fighting Personality, can be loving and nice, but is mostly dark, mean, angry, quiet, evil, and twisted.
Name- Gee, I have no idea! Gender- She-cat Mate/Crush/Kits- No. (((Fine, I have a crush...))) Rank- Warrior Age- 10 Moons
Name: Calemvir <p> Species: He's actually a god, but he takes the form of a drakon to be fair. <P> Look: Drakon: He is nearly the size of a mountain, with pale blue scales. He is a giant serpant, with a hardened snout. God: When not in drakon form, he is a black inky mist. His most humanoid form is a human with massive black wings and dead white eyes. (He can be banished, but never killed, unless another god (Like Cassi) Confronts him..) <P> Gender: Male. <P>
Often books like this come down to translation. At the end, a reader will either like it or not depending on how the text resonates with them (since very few of us will be able to compare it to the original text). I thought this version was good, and while it required quite a lot of re-reading to get the intent, I attribute that more to the style of the writing and the fact that this is essentially an ancient book. Either way, whether you read this translation or another, it is well worth a read at some point in your life.